Is it me?
By denni1
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He had that particular look again. The scary one. What on earth?
She'd been doing a bit of work for this bloke on and off for a few years. Great money, loves the job but it's totally obvious he has the hots for her. It never goes any further because of his moods. Regular as clockwork, they are. Like a time-of-the-month thing. But as they come and go she kind of forgets. Until the next one.
Well, they'd had the usual vague plan to meet up for a bite to eat after the game. It was a 1pm kick-off and she hadn't heard a thing all day. So at 5.45pm, she called his phone.
Ring Ring - then dead. He'd only cut her off.
Okay.
So.
Now what.
Unfortunately some folk get a bit pissed when that happens, don't they. Then the ridiculous thing of calling over and over to hear voicemail. Texting. Loads of them, trying to keep calm at the same time.
One of the reasons she couldn't you-know-what with him was she knew he'd been seeing someone. But then he lied about it. Jeez. Lies do not open legs. Was he with the HER that Saturday, hence the non reply, or was she being paranoid.
Eventually he called her, as if nothing happened. What a mind fuck.
'Hi. Meet you in usual place. Okay?'
'You hung up on me! What'd you do that for.'
'Oh. My neibour had parked his car in my driveway and we were getting into it, sorry.'
Mmmm. Right. Just let it go. Possible, she supposed.
'See you at Ubar bar. 6.30pm. Hello. You still there?'
'Yeah. No worries. Tell me how your team got on later.'
You know when things don't feel right, that anxiety in your gut? Stop it, now. Go and have nice glass of wine and a catch-up.
'Where've you been. We said 6.30pm. You're late.'
'I called you to make arrangements but you hung up. And you didn't bother to reply. Why're you being so aggressive. I wasn't quite ready.' She was shrinking. This isn't good.
'Table for two? This way, Madame.'
'Excuse me, mate. What was the Hibs score?'
What the hell? Thought he was at the match with his brother.
'Two large white wine, please.'
Oh god. Not again. He's a total piece of garbage.
'Dinny start aw yer dramatics. Why did you call call call text text text. Miss Drama Queen. I said l'd meet you at half six. Fuckin' sick of this.'
'Please. Don't do this here. I know these people. Stop it.'
'Ken what? Am off. You're a nutter' and up he gets, glaring at her with the look. That thunderous, ugly look.
He flung a twenty at the bar on the way out. As the minutes passed, she smiled to herself knowing that this was the last time she'd catch that look. She'd miss the job, but not him.
What a relief
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Comments
Wow you. Where you been?
Wow you. Where you been? Great to read something new from you at last! Have another look at this. Needs an edit. Looks like you've posted this in a rush. Loved it. Truthful and honest writing as always.
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Den. When you write a
Den. When you write a sentence that someone has said, end it in a full stop. So "Table for two? This way madam" Put a full stop at the end of ...madam." And I'd use okay instead of ok. But...that does not take away any of the honest writing here. Keep on posting please!
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Very nice Denni, and lovely
Very nice Denni, and lovely to see you back again! This flows really well, and you've captured the way people try to distract others when they're guilty (he is definitely guilty). Hope you'll be back soon with more.
I've edtied the age rating because of the language
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Very real. The man is a
Very real. The man is a complete bampot.
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I'd sharpen the edge off his
I'd sharpen the edge off his suit with my nail scissors. Not that I would ever do criminal damage I am ahem speaking metaphorically here
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